Fields Of Poopy

a view from the top

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 07:45:00 +0000

i feel like i'm on top of the world, looking down at a planet so blue and rich with life. then i wake up. and that's when reality settles in for a long stay. spoze to be a cold winter this year. i've done my part, and bought some longjohns. hopefully the boots i bought back in 89 still fit. they did last year, and i only gained about 10 lbs since. it's amazing, i weigh in a healty 185 range, give or take a few ounces.

ya, i've gained some weight, and i really don't understand where it came from ... my diet isn't at all conducive to weight gain. although i do love my ice cream. but still, the amount of food i put away is nothing compared to what i would eat 5 years ago. i used to make meals with bread, butter, salad/soup, entree with potatoes and vegetables with my steak or hamburger(i'd make fries instead). but pittance of what i used to eat. i wish the doctors would have some answers for me, but they don't.

they can't explain my counts, they can't explain my weight gain, and they are noticeably silent when i ask them about that week i stayed in st. mary's up there the middle of april. i tell ya, to this day, i can't remembedr opne iota of my time in that hospital. nothing comes to mind when i see pictures of it in rochester mayo. i've quizzed my doctor about it, and he just mumlbes that everything went fine and i passed all my tests. yet they werew unable to give me a diagnosis. that's the one thing that bothers me about rochester. there are a couple of other things that i'm disturbed about with them.

but this isn't a post about mayo. if ity was i'd be pressed to mention things that would require too much thinking on my part. and right now my mind is on writing about something else.

i'm happy about my invites to be friends are getting returned and accepted. thanks guys. youi've kept me from slamming society as a whole. i hope you enjoy yourselves with my wit, provided i can type reasonably well. i welcome all comments,. have always, but nobody reads what i type. there's theresa collins that seems to treat me well. she makes me happy and again doesn't lend herselve to play a bad part of society. she's got that truth from the heart thing going on. others, like linda, cole, jenny, and even ty. ty even referred to me as step dad, which almost gave me a hardon. if you'd see him, you would react as i.

some twety minutes later...

i think i'll close this now. i've about all out of poop for tonite., but i should get back into the habit of keeping this up to date more often than i have been ... a poopy post a day keeps the doctors away, yay hay.

-leQ

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sun, 20 Sep 2009 07:05:00 +0000

i'm writing this without the title being laid. it'll allow me to give it a good name. titles are important. they signify in a subtle way of what to expect. sometimes they do, and sometimes they don't. giving a piece a title means you're trying to exuberate the environment with sounds that are pleasing and inviting.

giving, say, a song its title. Happy Birthday. not only is it repeated twice as much as everything else, it's changing its audence from lacluster to glitterish. and since people have memorized the tune already, it would hardly be any effort to get them to sing it again. they know the song, so they'll sing along. and we'd have a very happy people in the end.

i don't know if i'm going to put a title to this. i wouldn't know what sorta words could describe this rant. out of nothing, comes nothing.

but if i do put a title to this post, i would need to let people know, but ya know what? i could wait and see if they too will come and sing along. it'd be interesting to see who comes out to watch this lasko going on and on and on and on and ON. speaking 120wpm. about getting free money. really. if you've never seen him, he's a hoot. but back to the topic at hand.

topics. their roll in the conversation between two or more people and one. i'm often that one in public. but what to call this rant. this post. this ...? i've run out of words. i'm sure there are some of you who could fill in the blank. this paragraph, if you will, will only be a mere 5 sentences long. long sentences, but only 5. i have a knack for making long long sentences. because if they knew ahead of time what the questions would be, they'll be prepared for how many? see, i'm not very good in math. i wonder if i couldn't type things out using the rhythm of external sources. just tapping my fingers on a keyboaerd, and pounding them at times to make sure they stay put. like they're going anywhere right? well, anyway, back to title. giving me a title to work on for 15 minutes is very gracious of you, ma'am. but i will understand if you couldn't get even 10? they're saying that they'd need 15x the going rate. of 15 i took it. so 15x15 -= 225. and hour? or how exactly is that supposed to work? for 225, an hour, i could give them their money's worth. but like, i almost totally forgot what the hell i was talking about. rewind.

even reading the post again, without the keying of the words into the system. cut i can barely keep up once i get going. there's kinda of a rhythm to these words' slap-hit. this cursor is moin allll over the place. right now i8t's sitting at the end of the line. but i can still use the practice. and now, what do i do? i reaally have no people skills.l not one at all. other than the face that i'm probably the most respectful person you'll erver meet. i can be. or i can choose a way-off=pad solution... for a discounted rate of course.

chicago 2009 stargate convention

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 21:17:00 +0000

well, i'm well rested and back home after a weekend of frolic and fun. conventioneering is a science. you have to know how to barter and bargain. and i went with a really nice kid - too young for my taste,, but we got along and had fun together. got somewhat drunk on friday night, spending $150+ in the hotel bar. another 100 on dinner in the hotel. so saturday wasn't me in my fineness. but we did enjoy going to dinner at maggiano's, and then playing pool in a neighborhood gay bar. where we played pool, and drank beer/cherry coke (he was driving so no drinking for him). we got back to the hotel, and just chilled out. i did a pipe, and that had me sleeping within 10 minutes. then sunday was the day to check out, sober up, and finish the convention with a photo op with the star of stargate atlantis, joe flannigan. joe, you were the highlight of my time. thank you.

so all in all, i think we had a good time. it was jake's first time in a gay bar. it was my first time spending a 150 bux in one night. we got lost on the drive back. ended up in madison wisconsin, but it really wasn't much out of our way. in fact, it was almost as close as the regular drive on hwy. 20. we took 18 accross iowa, and half of wisconsin. we put on 811 miles. and about 2.5 tanks of gas. so i'm back home and now i gotta clean diva's litter box, but stargate is on now, so i'll wait until that's over.

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Thu, 20 Aug 2009 03:11:00 +0000

there's really only two sides. the upside, and the downside. there are no even side, or parallel side, although, there are occasionnally times where there is a parallel side, but it'll only exist with another parallel side. and that brings into the picture a whole slew of new variables.

two sides. the plus side, and the minus side. the good side, and the bad side. flat. things are always flat. until you hit that bump. then all hell breaks loose and you're suddenly on a one-way ticket to nowhere, but fast.

two sides. the fast side, the slow side. even i like to be in the middle of this one, i'll take fast over slow in a heartbeat.

the upside and the downside. here is where it gets personal. we're just not all as hot as we once were. the good side, much much better than the bad side.

-quasar

i had a vision of 9/9/09. i hope it's nothing more than a flash card thing.

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Thu, 13 Aug 2009 01:10:00 +0000

"it's a chore, having sex."

-quasar

facebook, what it is to me

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sun, 09 Aug 2009 20:43:00 +0000

i joined facebook a really long time ago - when they first was getting started. i joined, and immediately thought, this is a load of crap, it'll never succeed.. there was just too much overhead. so i left it alone for, oh i dunno, 3years has it ben? but now. now i'm just about as addicted as anyone. really. and there's not a whole lot i can do about it. even leaving the computer down - i invariably pull the lid up and bam, i wass sitting in the chair. going to facebook.

i dont think going outside, for a drive say, will work toward that end of the craving. if there were fences in between us, you bet i would find a way to tear down those fences. or anything that got in the way of me and my facebbook. it's addictive, and they know it. they offer these games like mafia wars. does ANYbody really know what the point is? other than being the last one to be standing. no, mafia wars just will not explain herself to me. everytime i try to understand the jest of the game, up bounces something asking for money. it's at that point i stop and quit. so i'm wondering, if i were to give up some money, and own something that cost me SOMEthing (emphasis added)l, will mafia wars then show me why i needed to do that?

but i think i'm going out for a drive. i got this rental, and it's a near car. got sirius radio. rad as hell. it's kinda cloudy out. but i'll manage. maybe i'll go see who's in the park now. i might go by linda's and see if she's around.

it's been a while, since i posted to fields

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Tue, 04 Aug 2009 05:54:00 +0000

and frankly i don't know what i'm gonna post about. i'll tell ya what, i'll do a bowl, and then we'll see if there's any creativity hidden under my shirt. or below my belt. so i'll be back in a few.

59%

well, it's almost 1am. and i jus did a half a bowl. finished up what i started earlier tonite. i could only take about 5 tokes, and then i was ready to put the shit down. it's that 80/8th shit. sorta like the bud i was getting when i was in san francisco. just not $80/eighth. anyway, i'm tryinjg to work my schedule down so when linda comes back i'll know what will be going on through the week. she's going back up to mpls on friday, only to return on saturday for some bridal shower. anyway, i dont quite know what will happen this week. i can only hope that diva's not needing the vet for that scrape she got into yesterday with the neighborhood bully cat. that black and while one. i've had to chase it out of the porch for being too aggressive. even to buster. buster will hold his own tho. so im not all that worried about him. it's getting close to my bed time. so i'll sign off for the nite.

Blogger vs Facebook vs Twitter

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 05:01:00 +0000

i wonder what the stats are on these services. i'll bet blogger's second to facebook. and twitter is a close 3rd. i'll have to research this out and see how my answers fare. the thing i don't like about facebook is that i cant get the hanf of these food fights, and that mafia game. what the hell is up with that. ? anyway, i'm gonna hit the sack early tonite - before 1am.

fast, faster, and fastest

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sun, 12 Jul 2009 03:00:00 +0000

which are you? me? i'm the latter.

and likin it.

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happy fourth of july everyone

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sun, 05 Jul 2009 02:18:00 +0000

happy fourth of july you all. if you celebrate it as a holiday of history, the declaration of independence would be hung up somewhere. if you celebrate it with decor and dance, song and bling. one doesn't have to know much to enjoy the holiday of today. gaining independence is cause for celeb any time. any where. for any reason.

i thought that i could move over to facebook/twitter, and be done with the blog. but there's things about this blog that i can't capture in the blog, something that is intangible. it's more of an attitude than having anything 'inheritance. twitter has so much attitude, i'm almost afriad to post there sometimes. i spoze this blog has attitude, right?

i wish i could read this text. my eyes are blurry from the smoke. i've tried wetting down my mouth and throat, but to no success. i just have to keep the water around 24/7. i could put new lenses in, but then they'll jus get blurry like these. i would have to stop smoking to make the lenses last longer. i'm just glad there's that little bump on the f and j keys. ity's interesting to undersstand how the method of typing makes one prepare for life in much of the same. these are the right places for my fingers. i can feel it as i type. i don't need to read it. i just would like to read it. make sure that what i'm tyuping is what i'm saying. i could tryu dictation. but that means having a quiet ambience. i'm not ready for that yet.

the streets of san francisco was one, still is one, of my all time faves

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 02:26:00 +0000

RIP karl malden.

my thoughts on facebook

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Thu, 02 Jul 2009 00:28:00 +0000

well, i've had a week's worth of facebook already. and i gotta tell ya, it was like i was on a trampolene. really. there were rushes, and then there was nothing. saturday night was a rush. sunday, thank god, was a nothing. some of us can't do them all nighters like we used to.

aint that right linda. and taffy.

because we're old enough to know better, regardless of whether we act better or not isn't the issue... but it's the fact that we should know better than to do some of the kind of crazy stuff ty has been into lately. and i'm only saying his name because he needs to know that there are consequences to his actions. he got really lucky lately. someone's watching over him, that's for sure.

and i'm sure it's not all one sided either. from what i hear, machaela will milk the thing if given the opportunity. and if it's in her best interest. but i'm glad he's going up to the cities. hopefully it'll jus be where he works a week under mark, and tunes everything else out, i think he can come back a more full person. if he can work for that grand, then more power to him. and i'm sure mark will keep an eye out for him too. so he's not doing what i did, and what many other kids do. thank god. but he's got a guardian angel around. i think his karma wheel is pertiner balanced by now.

but i'm still trying to get facebook's gui down. there's still a lot about facebook that i dont know, or haven't used yet. like that mafia thing. what the fuck is that all about? and

the list of voxxers - updated 6/30/09

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 07:54:00 +0000

Colin Maroney shaggy

Kelly Lincoln

David Schmidt quasar, leQ

Michelle R. riot

Stuart Klingman siva

Jessica Geslien jessii

Christopher Wisnoski skiman

Mishima Ten mish

Cathy White barton

Ed Tsigal entombed

Reuven Bell apollyon

Charles Platt felcher

Shannon Lucas

Matthew Simon Cavalletto simonm

Brady Hiscox frontline

Bader Al-Fraih xbs

Joe Gioia jag101a

Cairistiona Chow

Joe Cook ankh

Anne Toal bwp, 3jane

Melzie Colton

True Bix baby-x

Jeremy Ziemniak

Chuck Lin

Elizabeth McKay kurvybear, kbear

Paul Pimsler teepee

Gideon Lenkey

Jake 'Tea-drinking' Lister lister

Mindy Voxworth

Timothy S. Griffin cretin

Ryan Scuttle scuttle

Raul Rodriguez raul

Andrew Mihok andy159

John Whall

Mark Thomas sorabji

Jake Franklin jake

Thomas Crimi

Roxanne Xiaomu Feldman

Alejandro Ortega Gavilan

Priscilla Chang presley

Donna Loria prizm

Allen Louie alster, aoster, aosty

Net Runnr netrunnr

Colette McFadden sheimp

Jon Lebkowsky jonl

Isaac Rozenfeld amorphiz

Adam Prato sirsyko

Dana Bettinger newtt

Rose Fox

Meagan Franklin meg

Chris White slapshot

Dave Hunter

Sorel Husbands Denholtz sorel

David Parmet burma

Joe Loong joelogon

Alissa Bader molbloo

Peter Freeman

Catherine Skidmore eponine

Gita Enders genders

Zach Julian

Samantha Langton swale, mallet

Bruce G. Stewart bstewart

Seraphina Tisch

Diana Tenery-Ascher cassandra, cass

Kevin Ellis

John D'Emic cable

Michael Bayer classic

Diana Colbert spirit

Daniel Paikov ravy

Greg Vassie mutant

Carlton Brown galt

David Goldstein

Racheline Maltese reive

John-Paul Pagano

Mathew Murphy meta

Leah Campbell leah

Sara Hauschildt rothko

Matt Cable wozzeck

Sharon Greenfield pdxkona

Patrick DiJusto justpat

Dennis Wilen voidmstr

Tom Higgins tomwhore

Michael Bourke artless

Nate S nate

Gisela McKay gigi

shannon lucas = zhezhe

rose platt = bluemoon

adam knave - burble

adam trese = atfilm

robert franklin = rob, w0b

gideon lenkey = st_digital

peter freeman = e-glide

michelle reagin = riot, riotgrrl

mishima ten = bruja, mishima ten

thanks to void for the facebook source.

win7

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Tue, 30 Jun 2009 05:39:00 +0000

i jus bought win7pro for $84+change. i had a $20 reward zone certificate that was going to expire so i had to spend it on something. might as well prepay win7, this way i'll have only to wait for it in the mail. hopefully they're mailing it to me,k i would have to have to be required to make a trip out there for it. what i would hope is that they let me download it. why not? i downloaded the rc. and it should be allowing us to upgrade, not do a fresh install. things get messy when i try a fresh install over an existing windows structure. bill you would save us a lot of headache if you just let us upgrade.

but i don't think he's listening.

end the sufferage, show your support

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Mon, 29 Jun 2009 22:34:00 +0000

http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=97375581649&h=vf1K3&u=jXOsg&ref=nf

happy gay day to you all

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sun, 28 Jun 2009 18:37:00 +0000

it was on the 27th of june, 1969, when the riots happened at a bar in new york city called the stonewall. evidently the queens just got sick and tired of the cops busting in all the time arresting people for nothing more than being queer. i had just turned 13. (get a load of those numbers will ya) so now every year the last sunday in june is commemorated for the 1969 riots. they usually make it a week long event, culminating with a giant parade down 5th avenue from central park to christopher street.

i just like celebrating my birthday with a parade.

well, there wasn't a parade in mason city, but there's one going on right now in minneapolis, and in cities across this big country of ours. but i did celebrate last nite with a kegger at my friend, david nunoz's house, and there was lots of people there wishing me and my other friend who just so happens to celebrate his birthday on the 27th too. so it was a good time had by all. i'm jus glad nobody got arrested for OWI last nite. seems everybody made it home and into bed.

i guess i use it as an excuse for my gayness - because i was born on gay day, er rather gay day happens to fall on my birthday. either way, i get a parade every year.

on the passing of michael jackson

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Fri, 26 Jun 2009 20:40:00 +0000

searched in google brought this up:

Results 1 - 10 of about 65,900,000 English pages for michael jackson. (0.30 seconds)

that's gotta be a record for one individual. no?

those verify things at the bottom of some forms

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sat, 20 Jun 2009 15:52:00 +0000

i wish i knew what they were called, but you know those things that ensure the person filling out the form is real and not a bot? those things that look like text had been mixed in a blender, and you're supposed to enter the letters to prove you're alive. well, whatever they're called.....

I HATE 'EM.

i can never produce the right answer, even when the text is very defined. although those are few and far between. usually you get a swirled text and you're supposed to know and read what it says.

well, good luck on that. seriously, i can understand your need to have real humans filling out your forms, but really, there's gotta be a better way than to swirl some text and expect us to decrypt the thing for you. it wouldn't be so bad if the letters SPELLED SOMETHING IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE.

the next time i come across such a thing, i'm going to email the webmaster a real flame. and i'll be civil about it.

AZZ Cardfile, can't live without it

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Fri, 19 Jun 2009 19:19:00 +0000

i use this fantastic little database keeper called AZZ cardfile. after trying a number of shareware apps out there that can keep all of my data (personal, business, recreational) in one place. not only that, but it's fast as hell. just type a few letters and every card that matches it, gets pulled up. and it sure saves me time from hunting down serial numbers and the like. AZZcardfile is free to try, and only $30 to register. if money is tight (and when isn't it), you can get the previous version for only $20. here's wher you can get it.

as i twitted

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 03:26:00 +0000

(and i wish it could have been ringside), i'm watching the cotto/clottey fight at the garden (that's madison square garden to the uninitiated). go cotto!

note to self

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sun, 14 Jun 2009 01:07:00 +0000

shit i forgot what i was going to type down so that i would remember what 'it' was. and now i've forgotten what i was going to say. see? in a second, less than a second, i can lose all train of thought, or jump on something else and ride for a while. it's kinda fun to jump on people's trips. they all love to talk about themselves. people i find, are a generally pompous bunch.

but ya, i forgot allll about what i was going to remind myself with. it duznt happen often, thank god. but it does happen. and to which degree is how i judge my reality. only things that can excite multiple senses at a time are in rare order around here. so to fill that missing pocket of data, people often tend to talk about personal experiences. they'll generally reflect upon themselves in ways that would send psychiatrists across the globe running for their sheepskins, which are flying high in the air. but given the opportunity, people will generally talk about themselves. 90% of the time.

me? i tend to talk about them. mostly because my experiences would pale theirs. and that's being a pompous bitch. guilty, and i could care less. but really. but i speak the truth. i'm one of a kind. i like being that way. so many of the stars are also, self-absorbed. that's what makes one a diva. the fairer the light, the wealthier the game. and it's a game with them in the drivers seat most of the time (or so they tend to think they are pawns). i can see where chess would come in handy right about n0w.

so i leave with this in hand. the knowledge that i passed along a Qness secret. the realization that you are who you say you are. that's all. i'm feeling pretty good right about now. the right balance of booze and pot. it's a nice laid back feeling. not one to want permanently tho. and not doing something says just as much as doing something. it all depends on how one feels at the time and in the execution of a story line. something that says pretty much 80% of the truth.

i am about there with the ending now. one more paragraph.

finally, and i mean this truthfully, there's only one person you gotta please, and that's yourself. once you got that under control, it's time to reach out and take another story line and work at it. i can't say i'm at what stage of this cavalcade of a game i'm at. i'm not even sure of what game i'm in at this point in time. but how can anybody know what game they're going to be in. and that's a rhetorical question. planning is something i would pay someone to do. i thought linda wo9uld be good, and i think she is, jus not in my column. my relationship with this girl is one of a kind. but that's another story. one that maybe told (depending on several factors) yet tonite.

encounter@farpoint (.org) is on wiki

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 20:18:00 +0000

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Encounter_at_Farpoint shows where my email addy (encounter@farpoint.org) came from. they say, that's how you know you've arrived on the world stage is when wiki has a page on you. in this case, it's not me so much as my names' sake.

wew that was it

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 20:11:00 +0000

i had something enabled, a transliteration tool (i wonder why the only languages offered are southeast asia languages). thanks to ron in the blogger help group for pointing out where this switch is made. so a big public thanks to ron.

ட்பாபிது d

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 19:55:00 +0000

this is going to sound weird, but it's the god's honest ruth. when i
type a new post, it wants to translate my words into something hindu/
sanskrit. and now i can't post, unless i cut & paste from notepad.

திஸ் இஸ் கோயன் டு ற்றன்ச்லடே இந்தோ சன்ச்க்ரிட் ஜ என்சௌண்டேர்@பார்போஇன்ட்.org">@பார்போஇன்ட்.ஒர்

i can type in html mode, when i go into compose mode, bam, it starts translating. if anybody can give me a solution to this, i'd sure appreciate it.

அம இ ஸ்டில் போஸ்டிங், ளைப்.

noreply@blogger.com (Quasar) — Sat, 13 Jun 2009 06:12:00 +0000

something's in blogger's settings. i cant find anything at all related to language or keyboard. it's more alocal windows thing isnt it? this is typing in html mode. i'll switch over to compose mode below.

நொவ் இ'ம ட்ய்பிங் இன் இங்கிலீஷ், பட் இட்'ச ஸ்டில் கெட்டிங் ற்றன்ச்லடேது. ஸொமெஹொவ் சொமேவே, இட்'ச பெஇங் ற்றன்ச்ப்லடேது.

do i type in english, yes, in edit html mode. when i switch over to compose mode, i get the above typed out. i think it' a translation, not transliteration. nor is it just typing with a different font. it's a language issue. it's translating. and i cant for the life of me find out where that is set if indeed it's set at all.

someone in blogger should be looking into this.